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Or get someone to run with you holding a brolley over your head. . . .

mr_e wrote:Weather forecasts aren't all they're cracked up to be. You've probably got a pretty good chance of catching a dry spell in between showers. And did we all know that looking out of the window in the morning is only about ten percent less accurate that the TV forecast?

That's an interesting fact Mr E- but how do you know what the weather will be like in the afternoon if you look out of your window in the morning?? Could lead to some brolly-less catastrophes !!

To be honest, you need to stand outside to be more accurate: if it's windy it usually means there's a change in the weather coming. Or even better, get a barometer! If I used one, I'd always carry a brolly anyways in Manchester, I distrust any forecast as a matter of course. And it can also shade you from the sun, even if you would look a bit goth doing that.

if you do get a barometer don't do what a relative of mine did and hang the bloody thing from the wall over a radiator! 'can't understand it, the barometer said it would be sunny...'

I like that one, very funny! :D

There were NO dry spells Mr E. I had to do my run in the pissing down rain. Still, it took the edge off and it was marvellous fun!

Fez wrote:if you do get a barometer don't do what a relative of mine did and hang the bloody thing from the wall over a radiator! 'can't understand it, the barometer said it would be sunny...'

That's so funny.

Claire wrote:There were NO dry spells Mr E. I had to do my run in the pissing down rain. Still, it took the edge off and it was marvellous fun!

I suppose rain is slightly better than being in 30 degree heat, I bet that would have been truely unbearable.

I agree it always rains on my day off, except for today.... it was great in the Lake District

i hate this damn sunshine - it makes me sweaty and tired during the day and sleepless and sweaty at night. plus we can't seem to have three weeks of above twenty degrees in this country without then having to put up with four weeks of thunder storms. and i don't see why so many white men are hellbent on having a suntan that makes them look like cracked leather upholestry - a melanoma is not a fashion accessory.

I'll agree with Fez for a change: this weather's great, until you actually have to do anything at all in it, such as walk, or move. Thankfully, I've got an air-conditioned office, but stepping outside is just "omg-sauna!?". I feel Mike's pain in his ebil office from hell. I'll also swear I didn't sweat this much last summer.

We had sports day today at Longford Park stadium. it was glorious! but thank god for factor 30!

Heh, I remember a primary school sports day, where the ground was slightly wet. One of the parents messed up their ankles in the parents' race, so they made us all run backwards in the sprints. That was a wierd sports day.

Claire, which unlucky sods got to run the 1500m in that heat? I also have fond memories of almost getting sunstroke after running that in secondary school. I am not a natural distance runner.

I like my office. It is a constant temperature and hum from the way too small an air con unit they bought. The clue was on the box it said maximum room size 30 sq meters. Our room is 54 sq meters. I would not mind quite so much if we had not worked it out precicely at just over 16BTU cooling being required. . . .

Oh and my point was that you are kept at a constant 30 degrees and watered liberally until done. I usually takes about 8hrs to make a really goosed workforce.

This evening there was a cherry on the cake. I was in Piccadilly station and there had been a points failure during the day and then some plank drove into a railway bridge. . . . How on earth do you hit a railway bridge, they are not the most subtle of obsticles. After about an hour the trains started moving again but I was a bit frazelled by the heat and the still air. :D

mr_e wrote:they made us all run backwards in the sprints. That was a wierd sports day.

Must be a Cumbrian thing.............. ''Now class, let's practice running away from the sheep....''

What really annoys me about this weather is the older blokes with the ugly beer guts striding along with it all hanging out - gross! I had a conversation with my next door neighbour whilst he was top-half naked and it was very off putting - kept on forgetting my words.

The other thing that annoys me is people complaining. When it was raining it was ''Oh, I hate the British weather, give me some sun.'' Now that we've got sun it's ''Oh, I hate the British weather, it is too hot....''

Accept the sun, embrace it but don't try to get a suntan that makes you look like a tomato.